Family History

Mr. Talon Vir

Lived in Era 24, got 1 heir(s) (Talon Vir Ghorta) and was a member of The Alliance
It was the third day of march when it all began. There were so many wars, so many people dying. It was then on which Talon Vir decided to leave the ruined battle grounds on which he once called his home. The man took 50 of his best soldiers to drift off on a specially made sea vessel to the new world. The world of Zetamania...


It was there on the 11th day of sailing through the crude seas that they saw land. They quickly turn through and drifted down a river and started a colony. 20 men of Talon's small force scouted the area.
They quickly started a settlement deep into Zetamania, where there
not only the numbers in their army grew, but the numbers of their peoples. Soon, the settlement of Talon grew more and more, then they started seeing other settlements around theirs. As Talon walked up a guard tower to investigate the situation, he met a stranger with a bow slung around his back. The stange fellow walked passed Talon, giving him a note into his hand. From which read to join The Alliance, a kingdom of great allies. And so
Talon joined The Alliance, gaining in power for his people, and continuing a legacy.


March 30th, 3 years later. Journal #14 of Talon Vir

The next series events have been tragic, and I am not sure at all on how i survived them. They came in the night, stalking the kingdom of Valandir from behind. Our gates were closed and we weren't able to set up guard towers. With our year old guard tower in the city of Gu'Tonth we could see right above the tip of the mountain pass, a ravaging war! An army of thousands of soldiers came charging at a large settlement. Arrows Rained down and it was all so close that we were able to hear the cries of men.. and Orc. The battle massed for half a week and after that there were hardly any more orc left, but none-theless, the orc had conquered again. Another day came to pass, we sent a small group of one hundred soldiers to help defend Valandir and i was there to accompany them, yet we knew it wasn't enough for long, for at least three miles away we saw the banners of another army, bearing the same crest as the orc, north east of Valandir and Gu'Tonth. Bearing this, we set up a new training post and our blacksmiths made much stronger, better armor and weapons. We did this for Valandir aswell but we did not have enough buildings and that city was less advanced than us. Then it happened. A spawn of three hundred Orcs jumped at the city walls from behind. our thirty archers fired from that great distance and they all were able to get at least one shot. thirty orcs down, two hundred more to go. Valandir already had one hundred fifty soldier to start with so it wasnt that bad. The orcs Charged at us with such force they shattered my soldiers shields.
I drew my blade and yelled as hard as i could, drawing my strength to my arms as i hit a backhand slash at an orc, tumbling it down to the soil. Another volley of arrows came hissing from above downward to the orcs. Two swordsmen fell to the ground and perished as i went back, i felt a sharp jolt in my chest. I looked down to see a sword sticking out of me! The pain was unbearable i turned around, pulling the sword with me and sliced the orc in two. I grabbed the sword and pulled it out as quick as i could, to spare the pain. My head was spinning as i saw squads of orcs raid the city of Valandir. No, i wont let this happen, i thought as i threw my royal helm to the ground. I made another battlecry and ran forward the orcs. I slash as much as i could, hoping my strength would last for another day aswell. I threw an iron knife at a charging orc, then picked my sword up and thrusted my blade into the guts of a busy orc. just then i looked pass the broken wall. I heard something, something like footsteps, only a thousand times as much. Then i realized it was footsteps, a thousand times as much. A massive army from behind the broken wall emerged. They wore armor different from our and the orc, and their weapons were razor sharp and were forged from iron. Then something came up from the center of the army. A banner. The banner leading to our doom. A banner of the Dwarfs. To this, the orcs fled out of the city while the Dwarfs moved in. I stood up and was about to go and thank them when i realized that they weren't here for exchanging pleasantries. They were here to conquer us. seventy five of my men stood, and i didnt think we would make it. There were probably one thousand soldiers moving toward us with giant axes. They had enhanced weapons and their armor was thick and strong. "Reform!" I yelled as i rallied my troops. They stood in one line, all facing the Dwarven army, drenched in blood and sweat. "My people! My great, brave men, I am sorry to have lead you here, on our judgment day, " I spoke loud and clear, "But if we weren't here, these people would not be alive!" I pointed toward the citizens in their houses."Now we may not be many, but every man thats standing here in front of me, every soldier here that is killed, will take down ten soldiers with him! My brave men, we came here to do a job, to protect the people of Valandil, and that we will do! Brothers, charge with me!" With that I yelled as hard as i could with my blood painted sword drawn, i ran toward the army of dwarves with all my might, knowing that our fates had been sealed. My soldiers, bless theiri bravery, yelled as they ran with as much fury and strength they could muster from their minds and bodies. Then all heck broke lose. Fifteen archers behind my small company fired, with flaming arrows soaring above us, landing at their targets. The arrows kept leaving their bows until my soldiers and I were fifteen paces away. They threw legions of legions of throwing axes, one after another, and one after another my soldiers fell. Fifty men left, i thought. The ten there was the collision, as sparks erupted from metal against metal, swords against spears, helms against spears, armor against arrows, and force against force. A thought came out finally, after dwindling in my mind in the darkness for so long, it finally came out. We were going to lose. i pulled the last thirty swordsmen and ten archers out and we gathered all of the resources we had left. As we retreated out of the conquered city we saw another city to the north. It was large, but most of all, it had the banner of The Alliance. It was time to prepare for liberation, i thought, as i saw the reinforcements of Gu'Tonth heading toward the new city. Then it all came crashing down on us. A swift legion of men, shogunates as they call them selves, swept straight through the new city, destroying. I saw my people fight the shoguns but lost. Those that did survive returned to the city of Valandil, and they accompanied me one thousand peasants on a journey to the center of The Alliance. The Cities of Gu'Tonth and Valandil were later destroyed in mere minutes by a devastating magic attack. It was a miracle that we were able to escape.

One month later.

We created a settlement near a friendly city of Stoneforge, lead by Eredon Stonebeard, a fellow member of The Alliance. As our people grew, we got enough to continue our expedition to the far center of The Alliance. Four days passed until we saw that we were being followed by a regiment of three thousand, five hundred men of the USSR. We quickened our pace and they quickened theirs. Finally they were one day behind us, we were approaching a gate through a mountain pass. We sighed in relief as we knew that meant resting in a keep and full bellies of food. We were happy until one moment. I looked at the banner and saw the same insignia of the USSR regiment that was following us
It was just then when i noticed it. The thing that was both bad and good. A burst of light came out from the east like an explosion. It stretched until it finally reached us, annihilating everything around it. I'm not sure how i survived this and i don't think i even did, which doesn't explain how i'm writing this journal, which is all out of pure memory...

(Thank you for reading the lost journals of Talon Vir. We will continue our search for the heroic stories about he and his men
written of the old scrolls of the past. To be continued.)